Fudge made a special trip to see Sirius Black and take a picture with him.

This die-hard member of the "Mysterious Man", the demon who killed twelve people on the street, is undoubtedly an object of concern.

He is also a person worth promoting.

This was a publicity strategy that had been finalized long before he came.

After taking the photos, Fudge was about to leave. Sirius asked Fudge if he could keep the Daily Prophet.

"I want to play Scrabble up there."

He pointed at the newspaper and said to Fudge.

Fudge motioned to the reporter behind him to take a photo of the scene.

"Of course, Mr. Black."

Fudge was very friendly and generous towards this descendant of a pure-blood family.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing worth visiting here. Let's go back."

Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He led several people out of the castle.

When he came to the beach and looked at the setting sun, Fudge breathed a sigh of relief.

Another task has been completed and you can go back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's take one last photo here.

Look at the sunset, how beautiful it is!”

He opened his arms and said, and the reporters who followed naturally had no objections.

"Okay, Minister."

They stood next to Fudge and took photos when a reporter motioned to look at the camera.

In the photo, Fudge is smiling happily, and Azkaban behind him is still so grim.

After taking the photos, Fudge called in a few batters to encourage and lecture.

He doesn't like this place at all.

Even without the dementors, it would be difficult for him to keep the smile on his face.

After leaving the castle, Fudge felt relaxed all over.

'I'll never come to this damn place again.'

Fudge swore in his heart.

Just when everyone was enjoying themselves, they didn't see a small ant emerge from the dilapidated and collapsed castle and get into the ship silently.

That's Du Wei.

Compared with the ship that escorted the Death Eaters here last time, this ship seems quite luxurious.

The second floor is like an enlarged yacht, with a dedicated cafe and lounge, but there are no lights, only candles.

When Du Weifei entered, the candles were singing.

Singing, literally singing, with your mouth open, with great joy.

Du Wei quietly hid in the corner.

This looks like a bedroom.

After a while, Du Wei heard Fudge's voice talking loudly from far to near.

He walked towards this room.

When these people got on the boat, someone tapped the side of the boat with a wand, and the boat started to move on its own.

"Well, Azkaban is a really uncomfortable place."

Fudge was talking to someone, and Duwei heard the sound of a chair being pulled, followed by the sound of two people sitting on the chair.

Du Wei saw two legs.

"Would you like something? Tea? Coffee?"

The Minister of Magic asked, and the person opposite said: "No, no, water will do."

"OK."

The Minister of Magic's hands did not move, but there was the sound of tea being poured.

From Du Wei's perspective, he could only see the legs of two people.

Du Wei was very nervous because he knew that he was still in an extremely dangerous situation. He didn't know when the batterers in the prison would find that he was missing.

He didn't know when he would be discovered by these people.

The Minister of Magic and the person opposite him were still talking.

But this time, their topic shifted to Dumbledore.

They mentioned Dumbledore's name.

Fudge was a little troubled.

"My owl, yes, I write to the owl that flies to Hogwarts, but I never get a reply."

He sounded a little dissatisfied with Dumbledore.

Complaints continued to flow from his mouth.

The person sitting opposite him didn't speak. Hearing the noise, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water.

He didn't want to get involved in the trouble between the Minister and Dumbledore.

He is just a listener.

Du Wei was thinking wildly there.

He needs to keep his mind functioning at all times.

He needs to remember that he is a human being, the side effects of fighting the Animagus.

"I have to keep my mind running so who is he.

A person who kept writing to Dumbledore, a cowardly minister, he was Fudge.

Fudge, this person should be Fudge, Minister of Magic Fudge.

How many years have I been in Azkaban?

Fudge came to power and Harry Potter started school.

What grade is he in?

Wait, Sirius hasn't escaped from prison yet, which means Harry Potter hasn't reached third year yet.

Is it first grade or second grade?"

Duwei brainstorms, running quickly.

Fudge also talked a lot with the person in front of him. Through the conversation, Duwei discovered that the Minister of Magic was simply a fool.

He kept complaining about Dumbledore to his subordinates. The subordinates would occasionally say "hmm", but Fudge didn't think there was any problem.

"I will never ask Dumbledore again."

He finally swore viciously.

Du Wei didn't know how much time passed until the ship suddenly stopped.

This is a sign of landing.

The door was suddenly opened, and cold wind came in, disturbing the steam of the hot water.

A batter, well, a batter that Du Wei was very familiar with rushed in from outside.

"Minister," Du Wei recognized the striker's pants. They were light blue striped pants that had not been washed for a long time and had oil stains on them. "There is a prisoner missing."

"What?"

Fudge stood up suddenly. Because he was surprised, he didn't help the chair and brought the chair straight down.

Just when Du Wei thought the chair would fall over, the four legs of the chair bent slightly and stood aside cursing.

'Is this magic?'

Du Wei thought that Fudge didn't pay attention to this. He took a deep breath and tried to look calm and calm.

"What happened? I mean, who escaped?"

"Dowey Jones, a Death Eater."

The batter said quickly.

"Dowey Jones?"
To be continued...